"Ah— uh, uh..." Keith whimpers, hushed in the dimly lit bathroom.
His face is flushed, and he fumbles a hand against the mirror, the edge of the sink digging against his stomach as the man behind him drives into his pussy again, and again, and again walls spreading around his cock — thick and big.
So big that if Keith looks hard enough he thinks that maybe he'll be able to see his belly pulling tight as the vague shape of the man's cock drags deep inside of his guts.
Keith whines, quivering on the tips of his toes as the man behind him draws his hips all the way back with the wet slurping sound of dick slipping out of pussy.
There's a pleasured sigh heard above his head just as the man starts pushing his cock slowly back in, pressure filling inside, pushing Keith to a stretch that borders on more of a burn with how big the stranger is.
Keith breathing hiccups, and he has to bite his lip to muffle the noise that wants to come free from his dry throat as that fat cockhead presses against his surely bruised cervix.
The man behind him groans when his balls press firmly against Keith's ass. He grinds his hips against that spot deep inside, voice low, mouth right by Keith's ear. "Yeah… yeah. Take that big dick," he says, as he starts humping away at Keith's tight hole, the sounds making a wet, lewd squelching sound. "You fucking love it."
Outside, there's a yelping scream and then the popping of a bottle. People cheer. Keith can hear someone yelling about wanting more shots, followed by more drunk and deliriously happy screaming. The muffled sound of loud laughter runs past the bathroom door, and it's like a shot of adrenaline that has Keith clenching automatically.
Clenching his body, his pussy.
A cry tears from him when the man immediately starts thrusting roughly through the tightening resistance of his hole, jolting his body up a few inches onto the sink, singing friction on his walls, before a hand is covering his mouth and muffling it.
"Careful there," the man says between pants, amused. "Wouldn't want people hearing you now, hm?"
Keith whines against the palm, he wants to say it doesn't matter how noisy he's being with how loud the damn house music and people are, but he gives a jerky nod instead.
The man returns both hands to his waist and he's thrusting again, long, hard strokes that leave Keith trembling, unable to breathe in the humid, recycled air of the bathroom.
He clutches the edge of the sink once more and lets his body lean forward until his forehead is brushing against the faucet, jaw clenched shut, shoulders shaking against the need to cry out as the man behind him fucks his cunt raw.
Easy for him to say, Keith thought to himself. He wasn't the one with 8 or so inches of hard cock carving its way inside of his body and turning his insides to mush.
The man feels huge inside him, a tight hot pressure that spreads his walls open and fills him until Keith feels like he's going to break in two.
It has him gasping, breathless.
It rubs tightly against his flesh, all the way in until he feels full and heavy in the stomach, the heaviness of it creeping up the back of his throat.
Keith can feel every inch boiling and riding his sensitive pussy.
It's unyielding. It makes him feel so hot, so weird, like nothing he's ever felt before.
His skin prickles with sensations that make his toes curl and his voice leak out in sounds he's never heard himself make before, wanting to shout every time the man sets himself balls-deep inside his aching hole.
But he can't.
He can't because they're at some frat party, in an area of the house which was supposedly strictly forbidden by the owner, and Keith has to try to be quiet while the man shoves his cock deep in his cunt repeatedly and fucks it sloppy.
Fucks his insides all loose and messy.
So, he holds his voice and lets it happen, but it's hard when he feels like his body is being split apart.
At first glance, Keith knew it would hurt — and it did at first, but then the stranger kept going, kept slowly thrusting, allowing his little hole to adjust to his dick, until the fucking turned good.
Until good turned to fucking amazing.
Keith didn't know that he could feel so good to the point it was almost like he couldn't stand it, his body getting achy and sweaty and weak, so weak; so good even as he cries, tears running down his face and mixing with his drool with an emotion like desperation tearing through him whenever the stranger behind him fucked his dick inside.
It feels frantic, suffocating.
"Fuuuck, you're perfect," the man groans above him, almost soft, as he drives into him deep and long, the wet sucking of his cock pulling out and the hot glide of volume as it pushes back in.
Keith can't help moaning between panting lips. The man pounds into him with eager delight, balls slap, slap, slapping against his ass, making heat build up inside his gut and inside his hole. His eyes roll back, all abuzz with pleasure.
He wonders then if it's possible to die from being fucked so good.
"La- Uh… uh, uh…" he moans helplessly.
"Yeah?" the stranger asks, smug and grip tightening. "Dick so good you can't even talk?" The man thrusts into him with long hard strokes, a rough smack of damp skin as their bodies meet. Keith is practically on top of the sink now, nails scratching the tile as it digs hard on his hips.
He is gasping, head hanging heavy between his shoulders, crying out at his pussy gets fucked full then is left nearly empty, before it's filled all over again.
He stifles a wail, shuddering hard.
"Gonna come on my cock, handsome?" The stranger asks behind him, though he probably knows Keith is close, with how his pussy strangles his cock.
Yes, Keith wishes he could draw enough air to reply. I'm gonna come all over this beautiful stranger's cock inside of some random frat boys bathroom.
He nods instead, unable to to form a coherent sentence, or even just a word.
The man grunts with approval behind him and he is rocking against the sink with the force of the stranger's thrusting, the smack of hips and ass loud, the wet slurp of his cunt getting plunged into even louder.
His throat strains over the moans that leave him, tight and desperate as the stranger pins him to the sink and fucks him hard, filling his body
with cock. He can only take it helplessly, all his limbs made weak, his head dizzy where it sways uselessly with each thrust of the man's hips.
The heat rushes up his spine like waves, pooling in his stomach more and more until it's heavy and inevitable; the man keeps moving, thrusting hard and shallow, and suddenly Keith can't breathe. He feels his eyes cross as his body convulses in a single long, helpless spasm and he cries, pussy spilling over the cock sliding in and out of him until slick is dripping to the floor, trickling down his legs as he squirts.
Behind him, there's a curse, a "Good fuckin pussy" spit past gritted teeth, as the motion inside him stutters into a harsh slam before more wetness bursts into existence inside him.
He can feel it rushing against the inside of his belly in pulses.
Keith quivers and sobs as the man groans, grinding his hips in circular motions as he uses Keith's tight pussy to milk his big cock, filling his insides with fresh liquid heat.
He's leaking copiously soon after with a mix of their cum, trails of wet thicknesses dripping down his shaking legs and seeping disgustingly into his boots.
A lull falls over the two of them inside the bathroom, broken only by their heavy breathing. The thumping of blood in his ears. The smell of musk and sweat is clotting his lungs, inhales getting caught in his throat, wet and winded.
"Where the hell are Lance and Keith?!" Someone yells outside.
The man pulls out with a contented sigh, dragging wetness that drips everywhere. With a sucking pop, Keith feels suddenly empty, legs shaking and walls spasming in weak attempts to close up once again.
He knows it's impossible but it feels like it won't happen, that if he were able to look his pussy would be wet and gaping and would stay like that forever.
He whines at the buzzing feeling left behind and lets the stranger lower him to the toilet seat, where he starts hearing the plop plop plop of thick globs of cum slipping out of him and hitting the water. He squirms a bit, almost uncomfortably, hugging his hot belly.
He feels so fucking full.
A hand lands suddenly on his head and pulls it back gently. The man holds his still half-hard cock in one hand and levels it with Keith's mouth, that's still open around his fucked out pants.
"C'mon then," the man says, slapping his cock impatiently against the red of Keith's right cheek, smearing a mix of their spend all over. "Open wide. Clean me up baby," he murmurs, voice demanding.
The man doesn't wait for Keith to answer and instead just pushes the wet weight of his cock in his mouth.
Keith shakily grips at his hips and closes his eyes, tightening his lips to suck the best he can. The man makes an approving hum and starts sliding his cock even further over Keith's tongue, stretching the corners of his mouth wide.
"Take it," He says, before he starts fucking Keith, the motion enough to make him gag. He forces his cock inside Keith's throat, holding his head in place as he pounds away at Keith's mouth, using it the same way he did his cunt, while the remains of what he had done earlier continue to drip from Keith's sore and fucked out hole.
But that's fine, Keith thinks as Lance's balls slap against his chin.
He opens his eyes and looks up at his boyfriend, seeing nothing but love even in the dimness of the bathroom lights as he chokes Keith harshly on his dick.
He's used to it anyways.